Have a peek into my soul.
The dictionary might describe family as those people we are connected to through “a common ancestry,” or in laymen’s terms, by blood. However, I think family extends beyond the veins that run under our skin. I think family can be described as the people who, by simply being in their presence, make us feel like we’re…home.
The Los Angeles Kings organization, their fans and the community we share together are what I consider my home.
I headed to SoulCycle this morning to get my mind off what I knew was bound to be a difficult day. Little did I know I’d end up leaving in tears and learning one of the greatest lessons of my life.
As today marks Mother’s Day, the class was packed with moms and their daughters, smiling, laughing and taking polaroid pictures at a little station the studio had set up to commemorate the fun morning. When they asked if I’d like to grab my mom and take a photo, I simply smiled and shook my head no.
I was alone.
It’s been 45 days since I broke up with my boyfriend of three and a half years, and I’m watching as my life slides into an uncontrolled spiral filled with heartbreak and confusion and getting completely re-lost in a life I thought I’d already found.
And this is exactly what I wanted.
I want need to be perfect.
This is a concern I’ve had to extract from my thoughts time and time again.
It’s 1:55 A.M. Saturday morning. Or I guess, for most people, Friday night. I’ve eaten three and a half pieces of pepperoni-jalapeno pizza, drank three Belgium White Blue Moons and watched two movies: Anchorman and 500 Days of Summer.
